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How to Read the Tarot
Begin by brewing a cup of tea,
a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile,
this is after all, your future.
A reading at the dark of the moon is best,
before the night creatures crawl
and bad humours fill the air.
Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif,
and no reversals.
Hold a question in your heart,
shuffle the cards and place them on the table.
Choose only two.
Like the ancient Israelites,
these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm,
black and white, yes or no.
Isn't that all you were asking?
I always go back to December
for there is something about December,
a cosmic ache for things to be made right.
Through a long December
we know we are equally the wounded
and wielders of evil.
I can see the sun in late December,
though pale and cold
as we are gathered in the warmth
of our swollen tents,
as we tell an ancient tale of frankincense and myrrh.
I wish for a permanent December
where there is always enough for all
and always enough space in the heart
Written for the Writer's Cramp
Prompts: Titles of Songs--Back to December, Something about December, I Can See the Sun in Late December,A Long December. Permanent December
Pholarchos Tarot--6 of Spirals--gifts come to light, great generosity
Certain things had moved in the night.
There was a crack of branches
and the cry of trees
heavy with burls,full-laden with buds.
Dryads gathered to restart the dreaming.
Our dreams flowed in rhythm
loving us to completion.
Pholarchos Tarot--9 of Coral--Our dreams will love us to completion.
A morning glory sky breaks, pleasure in this dawn.
October my birthday month, stretches into light.
Mangrove leaves excrete salt tears,but my eyes are dry.
Come follow I am a Queen,drink of your self-worth.
Author's note: My birthday is October 31, and I want my birthday month to slow and spiral to infinity.
Japanese form: Imayo--
Pholarchos Tarot--Queen of Spirals--Taste the flavor of your own self-worth.
You cannot separate experiment
My birthday year begins
scratching at my shadow
extracting rose-colored salts.
My bones amplify light.
I vibrate with subtle harmonies.
I become soft, malleable,lustrous,
seared, finished in heat,
a quantum woman.
PHOLARCOS TAROT--XV--The Devil--Dance with your shadow till it transforms into the riches of your being.
Author's Note: The poetic form is the Erbium--element 68 in the Periodic Table. Created by me for my 68th birthday. It consists of 68 syllables.